I've been walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by TV Overbearing advertising
God of consumerism
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism Filtering information
For the public eye
Designed for profiteering
Your neighbor, what a guy Boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb
You kill the God, your child has born
Boom, boom, boom, boom Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations Puppeting your frustrations
With the blinded flag
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game The bottom line is money
Nobody gives a fuck
4000 hungry children leave us per hour, from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs, creating death showers Boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb
You kill the God your child has born
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Why must we kill kind Boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb
You kill the God, your child has born
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb